fck yea poetry

i write incredibly stupid poetry. i post when i can.

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rip to all the “fuckyeah___” blogs that carried our society at one point </3

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im still here

i ain't dead

yet

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Snow

When I die- not if but when-

I do not require:

your blithering,

your blathering,

for you to put on a show

of a person you thought/think you knew/know.

Do not make me out to be:

a struggler,

a straggler,

a fighter,

a battler,

a person who jumped off the deep end 

and ignored the ladder.

I am me- but who is me?

Who am I and who are we?

My entity hesitates to confirm the definition.

They say I was “put here” but for what “mission?”

Perchance to make you smile-

if just for a small while.

Perchance to make you cry-

even if you know not why.

Perchance to make you forget, just for a day,

all of the things you hear them say.

Or perhaps I am just a drifter.

A grifter.

An endless thought-sifter.

A Theodore Geisel copycat,

but Tom wears no hat.

I twist and turn my words

in an attempt to hide the hurt.

But it never goes away-

all of the things I hear them say.

They deny my existence, but am I allowed resistance?

No- needs must.

I’m trying to find someone I can trust.

Where this is going, I can tell you do not know.

So I tip my hat, bid you farewell,

And wander off into the gently falling snow.

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if i were to write a poem

about how i felt right now

it would look like this:

FJKHD FSKJOAIRIJ :JFHKDJS HGSKDFHGURIELWASJDFKLSDHFKJADSHFIUEIWRIW FSKDFJHASKDJFHIUSAYIURQWOIRELKEJF JSDAHFGKJDFHGAKUJDF

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electricity

your touch

causes electricity

to course through my veins

it feels like

every nerve in my body

is a live wire

and i don’t know

what i’d do

without this feeling

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shivers

with me in his arms

every fiber of my being is automatically on alert

but in a good way

my stomach is spinning 

it feels like i'm going to puke

but in a good way

i can’t remember how to breathe

and i think if he keeps kissing my neck like that i will pass out

but in a good way

i have 

never felt

this good

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happy

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hesitance

i like him.

i really, really like him.

(like, really really REALLY like him)

but the thing is…

i don’t know if he likes me 

in a *femme* way

or a *masc* way

or a *neutral* way

because i'm 

typically femme-presenting

and i have a masc name

but i’m agender

and if he does like me

in only a femme or masc way

then i’d be being something

(or someone)

i wasn’t

how do i tell him that?

how do i find out how he sees me?

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confusion

he likes me!

i know he likes me!!

he told me he likes me!!!

well…

he *probably* likes me

i’m *pretty sure* he likes me

he *more or less* told me he likes me

...

i wish my overthinking brain would shut up

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stop

everyone needs to

stop loving me

so

i can hate myself

in peace

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voices

my moms voice

is like bullets

sharp; piercing

"tell me what the butterflies mean."

my voice

is like a brick wall

tall; unmovable

"its nothing."

my dads voice

is like water

slippery; trying to find a way in

"what do the butterflies mean?"

my voice

is like linoleum tile

smooth; waterproof

"they dont mean anything."

my friends voice

is like a soft hug

warm; comforting

"are you okay?"

my voice

is like a crack in the sidewalk

jagged; broken

she is the one i tell the truth

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#me irl

one time

i looked up

signs someone is cutting themself

and one of the signs was

"they research cutting"

and i was like waaait a second...

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numb

you make a joke

i laugh

but inside i dont care

you give me a gift

i grin

but inside i dont care

you say youre worried about me

i walk away

because inside i dont care

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depression

what people think depression is:

sleeping all day

not laughing

wearing all black/not making an effort

failing school

what my depression actually is:

getting out of bed because it's what's expected of me

making jokes with friends because it's what's expected of me

wearing fun outfits and cool makeup because it's what's expected of me

getting good grades because it's what's expected of me

depression isn't one-size-fits-all

dont assume that just because i dont fit your idea of depression

i dont need help

because i desperately do

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lies

the biggest lies he told me:

“it’s over between us.”

“i’m over her.”

“i've never met a girl like you.”

“i love you.”

the biggest lies i told myself:

“she’s not like him”

“she’ll never hurt me.”

“she’s the one.”

“we’ll be together for a long time.”

the end result:

i got

my heart

broken

again

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the person i hate the most

the person i hate the most

is ugly

fat

and stupid

they never should've been born

its a miracle they have any friends

their mere presence annoys the shit out of me

but i have to see them

every time

i look in a mirror

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tic-tac-toe

im playing tic tac toe

alone in my room

on my skin

with a razor

x's and o's

hope i win